"You think you're so cool, and tough!" you yell at the 6'3", leather jacket-wearing homecoming king. "Ya ain't nuthin! Ya hear me?! I'm sick of bullies like you, Bobby! You're all the same. None of you are going to be cool past high school. All of you are just hurting on the inside. I can't think of a single bully that will graduate from high school even. Face it, Simmons: You ain't nuthin." Your words seem to have an affect on Bobby. He breaks down, and tells you to go. Feeling good about yourself, you decide to continue to talk trash as you walk away.